Mirror

if you were a mirror
you would be tossed to the ground
crushed under My heels
breaking the smooth surface
shattering your perfection
but you are just a man
fallible and flawed
hardly reflecting on Me
so I would throw you down
first slapping your face
demanding your worship
glass is for admiration
to see it in your eyes
reflected back to Me
for My treatment of you

© 15 July 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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